Chapter 412 The Difference Between High and Low Emotional Intelligence
Excessive blood loss is still very harmful.
The harm lies in the three large bowls of tonic soup every day and the endless strange medicinal baths.
The former was the work of Jiang Liang, and the latter was the true art that Xia Tianwu learned from Granny Ma.
Lin Du sat in a bamboo building without a sunken room in the summer, holding a bowl of nourishing soup. His complexion had not returned, and he was almost dead.
Ni Jinxuan placed a plate of specially made blood-replenishing and vital energy-replenishing dumplings in front of Lin Du, "Uncle Junior Master! Medicinal food! Delicious!"
Lin Du forced a smile, looked down at the obviously irregular ball with strange gray and purple stripes of varying sizes, and tried hard to figure out the words.
"Did you make this yourself? It looks really... special."
Ni Jinxuan's eyes sparkled as she pulled out a bunch of notes with many names of medicines written on them. "Right! I asked Second Senior Sister, and she said these are all good for you."
Lin Du's expression was complicated. "And you joined in?"
Ni Jinxuan nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"That's more than 30 kinds..." Lin Du decided to name it the Ten-Perfect Tonic Pills. Other names were not worthy of this thing. Under Ni Jinxuan's expectant gaze, she passed one to the back of the hand and said, "Brother, you go first. You are so badly injured, eat something good."
Hou Cang looked down at the dumpling which was obviously not evenly mixed and had too many colors. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. However, it seemed that this was made by his junior nephew himself, so it would be inappropriate not to eat it. He took it silently and stuffed it into his mouth.
I thought that no matter how bad it tasted, it would still be better than the steamed buns I ate when I was a slave. But for a moment, there were only four words in Hou Cang's mind: "What a waste of resources."
It's not that it tastes bad, but it's too confusing, making it impossible to discern the main signals for a moment, and the brain completely freezes.
After the battle in the Far North, the Fallen Angels were completely destroyed, and the evil demons occupying that area were also swallowed up by "their own people" in the battle.
But the ones who were actually injured were not only Lin Du, but also a resentful senior brother who was forced to drink the medicine with her, and the three little ones.
Not only did they have to take medicine and get bandaged, but they also had to sit in a row and listen to Cangli music to make up for the damage to their souls.
Fortunately, this time it was a piano, not a suona.
Lin Du was lying peacefully.
She felt balanced because she suffered with Hou Cang.
The Supreme Sect fell into a brief period of peace. The most noisy disciples were recuperating from their injuries, and the rest went to the border of Zhongzhou to sweep away evil spirits.
That day, Lin Du climbed out of the chaotic medicinal bath on time. As soon as he changed his clothes in the steam, he met Hou Cang's hesitant eyes.
Lin Du adjusted the hair crown and said, "It's your turn."
Hou Cang crossed his arms and said, "Come on, wake up. I've been well for three days. You're the only one who can't give up treatment."
Lin Du howled, "Then why are you here? To see my excitement?"
He shook his head, looking solemn, "When the Fallen Angel disappeared that day, did you hear his last words?"
Lin Du indeed did not hear it. She had endured so many rules of heaven, and her body contained the mountains, seas, the world, and by the time the mountains and rivers inside her body collapsed, she had lost all five senses.
That day, she was first absorbed by the spiritual energy, and then she took on the "divine power" with her mortal body. Every part of her body was overloaded, and the massive blood loss caused her to be unable to think too much. After she came back, her mind and body were completely collapsed. Now she is in a state of complete waste, unable to use spiritual power and consciousness. Whenever she uses her brain, the rules backfire, and it hurts badly, so she has not had a chance to review it.
"Finally, the Fallen Angel said, you put so much effort and sacrificed half of your life to barely deal with a few fragments of the Fallen Angel. You will never know how huge and powerful the real God is."
Lin Du frowned slightly when he heard this, and endured the slight pain in his divine palace, "Have you told your master?"
Hou Cang shook his head, "Not yet, I want to talk to you first."
"After all, I want to say that I will report everything in detail, but I don't understand why I saw the sign of Master disappearing. Maybe the Fallen Angel deliberately confused my mind."
Lin Du looked at his face, which had long since returned to its former calm and elegant demeanor, and inexplicably read a sentence, "No matter how many schemes you have, if you can't figure it out, there will be no harm."
Lin Du suddenly began to wonder why Cang became so stubborn in his previous life.
Sometimes, a low IQ and lack of a mouth can lead to 90% misunderstanding.
Lin Du stood there lazily, then casually leaned on the nearest bamboo couch, lowering his eyes to think.
Sometimes things don't need to be reasoned directly.
In the previous life, under the instigation of the Fallen Angel, he offered sacrifices to the heaven by the rapids, but was later defeated.
The purpose of the Fallen Angel is to offer sacrifices to the gods, not to offer sacrifices to the gods later.
The Fallen Angel's target is Lin Tuan, but what is there in Lin Tuan that is worthy of the Fallen Angel's covetousness?
The problem still lies with that formation, the formation that transforms the Heavenly Dao Sacrifice.
Lin Du frowned. It was a pity that she had never seen that formation, otherwise she would be able to figure out what that formation was and what its purpose was.
What she cared about was not the look of Lin Tuan dissipating in the eyes of the Fallen Angel, but the future result of Lin Tuan's sacrifice to the heaven.
It was progress that Hou Cang was able to come up with her immediately instead of hiding it in his heart.
Lin Du insisted on not beating around the bush with a fool, and went straight to the point, "Brother, let's put this aside. Have you ever thought about offering sacrifices to the heavens?"
Hou Cang was stunned for a moment, "When you were in the underworld..."
Lin Du closed his eyes. "The seal of the source of demonic energy should be broken soon. In four years, the people who were killed back then will be born in large numbers. In five hundred years, the resources will be exhausted because there will not be enough time to circulate them."
"So someone has to make a sacrifice, right?" Hou Cang interrupted her.
Lin Du nodded and shook his head, "Maybe there is a better way, but I haven't thought of it."
There was a brief silence between the two.
When Wei Zhi came to look for someone, he inexplicably found himself on the top of a lonely peak, where he saw two extremely lonely figures. Just by looking at the backs of their heads, he could feel the faint resentment emanating from them, and the two figures, one blue and one white, seemed to be sighing.
"I'm so worried~" Lin Du sighed.
"I'm so worried~" and then shook his head.
"Come on?" Wei Zhi thought it was funny. Lin Du was fine, but Hou Cang was older than him, so why was he playing with a kid?
The two squatting men were startled when they suddenly saw a wine bottle in front of them. They stood up very neatly by using their waists to exert force, and then made an elbow strike.
Wei Zhi retreated quickly, moving half the distance of the mountain in an instant, holding the wine bottle with a smile on his face, but he looked unmerciful no matter how you looked at him.
"It's rare to see you two alone and quietly together without sparring."
His voice was gentle, without any trace of anger.
Lin Du looked very apologetic, "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't know you were here."
Wei Zhi's eyebrows didn't move at all, that's a lie.
With Lin Du's intelligence and consciousness, would he not be able to detect his approach?
In other words, there is still some possibility.
"It's okay." Wei Zhi's tone was calm and gentle, with a perfect smile, "I came to comfort you."
Lin Du was very regretful, "I'm still taking medicine."
"No conflict, it's brewed with the best spiritual fruit and nectar, a pot is worth a million in Yunmoro, and a small bottle can cure a person with congenital deficiencies."
Lin Ducheng commented, "You look like a salesman."
Wei Zhi was still laughing, "No, I picked the most expensive one, so of course I had to emphasize that."
"You took this," Lin Du pondered the meaning, "are you taking it without asking?"
Hou Cang reacted slowly, "Wei Zhi, it turns out that all the things you brought to Master over the years were stolen from Tantra!"
Lin Du sighed, look, there is such a huge difference between high EQ and low EQ.